Tension and Release

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You don’t have to do this, Dougy. The words spun in Doug’s mind as his eyes darted around frantically, watching for anyone who would follow them into the restroom. He didn’t have to do this. Henry had assured him over and over that he could back out at any moment, no matter what. He could back out right now. He was nervous as hell, but he didn’t want to back out. The restroom was mercifully empty, just as Henry had said it would be. Of course, that made perfect sense, given that it was in a lower part of Aperture—a dead space no one ever used anymore—and it was two in the morning. Still, Doug’s heart thrummed in his chest. What if someone had seen them leave and decided to investigate? What if more people used this restroom than he thought? What if they—a mouth landed on his, momentarily pushing the what-ifs far from his mind. Ever since he’d started working with Henry, Doug had found himself staring at his coworker’s lips. They were so full and looked so soft that they prompted awful, ridiculous thoughts in Doug’s clearly weak mind. Here they were surrounded by insane tests, and Doug kept getting caught up in the idea of testing just how soft Henry’s lips really were. It was a terrifying fixation and he was disgusting for even thinking about it and that wasn’t what science was about anyway—and about four months ago, he’d gotten to test his hypothesis. Results were good. Very good. Doug whimpered and nearly lost himself in the kiss, but he was distracted by an escalating problem. He broke away. “H-Henry,” he managed, trying not to be too possessed by how constant kissing had swollen the other man’s already plump lips. He was in a rather delicate position, and he’d ruin everything if he lost focus and released too quickly. “I-I t... ... middle of paper ... ... with one last towel. He offered Doug fresh pants, socks and shoes, and this time it was Doug’s turn to give him a thankful kiss. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted. Henry chuckled. “Well, it’s been a long work day. But you did great.” He bent to pick up the mess of garments on the floor, tossing it all into a trash bag to be incinerated. “Still, I think we both could use a real shower, don’t you? Let’s head up to my apartment—I can clean you up and we can pass out or watch TV or something if you want.” His eyes were searching, and Doug knew he just wanted to make sure everything was all right. And it was. Usually worried eyes shone brightly as Doug smiled and nodded, taking Henry’s hand in his. “I think that’d be great.” They headed to the employees’ apartments, neither smelling pleasant, both feeling contented and safe in the most dangerous science facility in the world.

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